Found. Flat at the bottom of the tray holding cloth folded into rectangles and standing on end. So I see the top edge and can see all the fabric without moving anything. This- after several trips into the Magic Attic and the finding .....of all the other color ways of this same print. You can just barely see the orange in the lower left. If I liked something- I used to buy it in every color it came in.
So...found. And now to try and remind myself WHY I was searching for it. Whatever it was- it was more than the 1.5 inch by 5 strip there on top. Probably one of the small cloths.
And...truth be told here- I found so many other things. So. Many. Other. Things.
But...truth be told again....some things are still lost and missing. Like what I was making -or going to make--with tied bundles of cloth.
The rain came in--- a heavy downpour. For a few hours. And then out to Sea. Not enough. We are still under drought conditions. Not even puddles. The ground sucked it all in and then cried out "more, more" and there was no more.
I made waffles. They were fantastic. A yeasted batter recipe. Which needs to be tinkered with. More sugar I think. Sweeter. And my 50 year old waffle iron --ready to go- worked perfectly. It's little red light and it's little beep noise. Possibly not 50 years old. But I did make waffles for my two children. They might have been five and three. In the College Park place. Two floors and three bedrooms. A fenced yard. And wonderful neighbors. We left there to move to Florida and the Cracker House as my daughter refers to it. Well, the marriage certainly cracked.
Where I learned to drive. Get my own credit card. Get a job. Divorce Prep. Florida in the early 70's. Ick.
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